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Beautiful Seizures: April 2013
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This blog will no longer be updated. You can visit my website at jeroenvanhonk.com. Monday, April 29, 2013. 8593; Edward Hopper. Czesław Miłosz ↓. O what sadness unaware that it's sadness! What despair that doesn't know it's despair! A business woman, her unpacked suitcase on the floor, sits on a bed. Half undressed, in red underwear, her hair impeccable; she has a. Piece of paper in her hand, probably with numbers. Nobody will ask. She doesn't know either. Wednesday, April 17, 2013. Fort What It's Worth.
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Beautiful Seizures: August 2013
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This blog will no longer be updated. You can visit my website at jeroenvanhonk.com. Monday, August 26, 2013. Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset. The third part of the Before-trilogy, Jesse and Celine are sat on a terrace in Greece watching the sun go down. Celine feels the need to accompany the moment with live commentary. Still there… still there… still there… gone,. She says, staring at the horizon. This is from the novel Players. Perhaps all it takes it just to stop talking. Monday, August 19, 2013.
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Beautiful Seizures: April 2014
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This blog will no longer be updated. You can visit my website at jeroenvanhonk.com. Friday, April 18, 2014. One of these days, these days will end. Ldquo;Because this world is 66% Then and 33% Now,” writes poet David Berman in his poem Cassette County. There is many a philosophy of life/religion predicated on the Power of Now ( this one springs to mind. The song and the poem seem to run on parallel train tracks; Black and Brown Blues is about a protagonist who can't even leave the house because he can't ...
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Beautiful Seizures: November 2012
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This blog will no longer be updated. You can visit my website at jeroenvanhonk.com. Thursday, November 22, 2012. Little Poem with Argyle Socks. Poem by james tate. Behind every great man. There sits a rat. And behind every great rat,. Beside the flea there is an encyclopedia. Every now and then the flea sneezes, looks up,. And flies into action, reorganizing history. The rat says, "God, I hate. To which the great man replies,. Now now now, darling, drink your tea.". Saturday, November 17, 2012. Amanda wa...
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Beautiful Seizures: December 2013
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This blog will no longer be updated. You can visit my website at jeroenvanhonk.com. Friday, December 20, 2013. I Can See a Better Time. You're a bum, you're a punk. You're an old slut on junk. Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed. You scumbag, you maggot. You cheap, lousy faggot. Happy christmas your arse. I pray god it's our last. But even a more honest song, like The Pogues' Fairytale of New York. Means it, he is merely trying to convince himself). It amuses me to think of families with rosy-e...
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Beautiful Seizures: February 2013
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This blog will no longer be updated. You can visit my website at jeroenvanhonk.com. Tuesday, February 26, 2013. Every time I return to Ojalá, the feeling comes back. Whatever version of the song I turn to, it's there. Whether it's Silvio alone on his guitar, as it is in the studio version, or done in a sort of barbershop-quartet style, as on the live record with Pablo Milanés, or completely dominated by the audience, as it is here (and on almost every other live recording). Monday, February 4, 2013.
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Beautiful Seizures: December 2012
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This blog will no longer be updated. You can visit my website at jeroenvanhonk.com. Monday, December 31, 2012. Oh, Inverted World. Daniel had lived a happy life for some twenty-odd years when he found out he was dextrocardiac. He entered the hospital for a simple scan, and left it as a changed man. Consequently, he felt like everything he had done up until then had been upside down. Friday, December 28, 2012. One of my favourite movie scenes:. From this excellent and underrated movie: Living in Oblivion.
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Beautiful Seizures: September 2013
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This blog will no longer be updated. You can visit my website at jeroenvanhonk.com. Friday, September 27, 2013. All the News That's Fit to Compute. Thus wrote Thomas De Quincey in his Confessions of an English Opium Eater. In 1821. I really love that apocryphal etymology of the word news. I wish it were true. Back in 1854, in Walden. Thoreau complained about the pointlessness and vacuity of reading the papers:. Instead of reading the newspapers, Borges was reading the Annals. In a strange city and think.
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Beautiful Seizures: January 2013
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This blog will no longer be updated. You can visit my website at jeroenvanhonk.com. Tuesday, January 22, 2013. All Watched over by Machines of Loving Grace. I don’t know when it will be. It could be in a few days, but it might just as easily be months, years or even decades. But when it happens, and it will, the reactions are easy to predict. Hey, why be bothered if you have, after all, nothing to hide. To make a fuss is to confess. Monday, January 14, 2013. Hoped to find beauty in more quotidian choses.
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Beautiful Seizures: March 2014
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This blog will no longer be updated. You can visit my website at jeroenvanhonk.com. Saturday, March 22, 2014. A week ago, in an Anobium article. Novelist Zadie Smith dubbed the modern youth as Generation Why, but I think Whatever fits better. Would lessen the effect. TL;DR values the effort of the other user with a mere five keystrokes – a denial as strong and as shrugly (yup, I'm gonna go with that) as the w/e. Eight years seemed a monstrous gap in my head. Where a band of also-rans plays a gig that onl...
